5. WW1 1
This is the beginning in a series of pieces about World War 1, leading up to the controlled assessment which begins tomorrow. For the first, the objective was to write about the soldiers' experience in the trenches.
As each day passes I grow more weary. I sleep when not eating and eat when not sleeping. I've not yet been over the top, but any day now we could recieve the order.
There is so much tension here. George has developed shell-shock. He was the best man at our wedding. Remember that speech? But now he's just gone.
Our supplies are running low and we don't know when the next shipment could arrive. I honestly have no idea how long we've been here. It could have been days since I last wrote to you, it could have been weeks. It's difficult to keep track when the days blend together.
Your letters are the only thing that keeps me ending up like George. Oh, George. I'm so sorry.
The constant cacophony of shells and gunfire has affected my hearing. A strange ringing resound in my ears. I'm sure it'll be fine though, when I leave.
I just want to come home to you and little Josh. I don't know if I will. I'm sorry, don't let me worry you. It's just the pressure getting to me. I'll return to you.